Musings on sharing my wife sexually with other men, my bisexual side, and about sex in general.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

This Nerd Asks Too Much

The Venting Housewife wrote recently about her husband, "... he has kept a lot from prom tickets to even the confetie [sic] that was on the table at our prom."

Reading that stroked my heart with a touch of sadness. I was then, as I am now, a die hard Romantic, but I never went to the prom. The only girl I asked - a friend on whom I had a bit of a crush and the only girl with whom I really wanted to go - turned me down because she was hoping for a cute guy to ask her.

It was suggested that I take an acquaintance just for the sake of having somebody to go with - and for her to have somebody to go with, but I wouldn't. Her company wouldn't have been unpleasant, but I didn't want to go just for the sake of going.

I wonder if Dee and I had been classmates - if she'd have gone to the prom with me. Would we have recognized that soul mate thing in each other's eyes, or did we have to meet precisely when we did and in those circumstances to see and feel it as powerfully as we did that we were meant to be together?

Questions like these will eventually drive me completely screaming bonkers, 'cause there's no way to answer them and my head is full of them. That's one of the things I love about blogging - at least I can throw my questions out into the void and it counts that they're voiced even though they'll never be answered.

For the record... If I'd have gone to that senior prom... I'd have my ticket stub. I'd have a few pieces of the streamers and a dried out old balloon or two tucked away somewhere in a shoebox along with whatever other bits of magic I might have fit inside. It would have been thirty years ago, this Spring. And thirty years later, I still feel the sting of that, "No."